She wears a thinly veiled contempt
It only serves his swift descent
Back into the woods again
With his tail between his legs
They found him babbling by the brook
Tearing pages from the Holybook
Claimed to be some kind of mortal God
Who could save the world from them
But the wrath of mother nature
Will overwhelm him in the end
For all those creatures, have no hands to lend
If he goes back into the woods again
Seductive mystery is dead
She suffers visions of Saint Bernadette
There's mercury in the city pipes
As he sees her fire escape
He sleeps reclined at the edge of her bed
She hears the wheels faintly spin in his head
He looks so peacefull with both eyes closed
Maybe the woods are a better place
But the wrath of mother nature
Will overwhelm him in the end
For all those creatures, have no hands to lend
If he goes back into the woods again
Old father time so ravaged and his hourglass is spent
So she offers him a sweet lament
Please don't go back into the woods again
Oooh, I'm going back into the woods.